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Go ahead and mention my child,The one that died, you know.Don't worry about hurting me furtherThe depth of my pain doesn't show.Don't worry about making me cryI'm already crying insideHelp me heal by releasingThe tears that I try to hide.I'm hurt when you just keep silent,Pretending it doesn't exist.I'd rather you mention my childKnowing that she has been missed.You ask me how I'm doing,I say "pretty good" or "fine"But healing is something on goingI feel it will take a lifetime.